marenpaisley | (no subject)

I wish I had more (good) things to blog about than work. Some days are good, and I wish that the job was mine permanently; other days I very nearly hate it and am ecstatic that I'm done at the end of January. ::shrugs:: If nothing else, the extreme see-sawing emotions is helping me to maintain my ideal weight.

I did get to see Loreena McKennitt last week, and the show was fantastic. All of my favorite songs were played, and even the set itself was mesmerizing (I have a thing for set designs, I suppose). High marks all around.

In the interrim since my last post, I've had an uncle diagnosed with prostate cancer, another one sent to a nursing home for rehabilitation following his fourth (!) hip surgery (wherein his femur was accidentally broken during the surgery - and I don't blame the doctors for it at all as my uncle is in horrible shape due to his not taking care of himself), and the third still ... well, I really don't want to write about him. Let's just say he's had a couple of strokes and is mentally ill (pathological liar, alcoholic, etc.). None of them are older than 66. Christ. So my family - especially my poor mother, who is the youngest sister of all three - has been under a teensy bit of stress. You know, just a tad - a smidge, if you will. Couple that with job-related stress, and there's no wonder that I'm not gaining any weight. Which is good, yet, I'd almost rather gain a couple of pounds if it meant that I got a normal night's sleep for a month.

I'd also like to have a bit more of a life outside of my job and extended family fiascos. I feel like I just need to get away somewhere, by myself, and veg out for a while. And then I feel guilty, especially knowing that I will be unemployed again sooner than I think...

Today would have been my grandmother's 92nd birthday; it's my cousin's wedding anniversary (four years), and another cousin's fourth birthday. Awwww... :) I do love October.